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296 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1889
"My dear, we are starving; please get us some food." Then I sank down exhausted. Loving care from one of the best and bravest of wives quickly brought me round again, and I was soon ready to be off on another trip. p. 262.Don't wash your hands at minus 50ºF. They will chap, bleed, and hurt for weeks. pp. 115-116. Sled dogs need woollen shoes in cold weather. pp. 117-118. Sleep completely covered, including your face. pp. 120-123, 285. Be sure you can make a fire. The author warmed up enough by running to regain the use of his frozen hands, managed to strike a match, light a fire, and live. pp. 123-125.
It did require a good deal of nerve to keep my face straight when a grave and dignified chief, who wished to inquire politely as to my health, for the moment dropped his own language, and in good English said, "Does your mother know you're out?" I found out afterwards that a roguish fur trader had taught him the expression, as a very polite one to use to distinguished strangers. p. 268.The white people, more numerous than mosquitoes, were crowding in on the prairies. 1873. p. 270.
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace! pp. 131, 193